Smiling broadly, Orin came out of his office and walked to where Les was sitting waiting for him.
“Ah, Les. So good to see you again. Glad you came by to work out those details we didn’t get to yesterday,” Orin said, taking Les’s right hand in his and covering it with his left, giving it a firm squeeze. “Come on into the office.”
“Sarah,” he said, addressing his secretary, “hold my calls and give us some privacy.”
“Yes, Mr. Bartlett,” Sarah responded, smiling at Les.
Les wondered just how much Sarah understood about what went on in Bartlett’s office when those instructions were given.
Orin put an arm around Les’s shoulders and led him into the next room, closing the door behind them. The assistant casting director turned to Les, took Les’s chin in his hands, looked into Les’s eyes,
